Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
May I be miserable if ere I persuade you to 't; Yet I could wish that you did love me, And with a little passion; but do not make show Of more than you do truly feel, thinking To please me; for if I find it I shall be angry, I will not hide a thought from you. But madam, is it possible that (You) should love him thus? I scorn for to dissemble; for who stand I in fear of? were the King my Brother here, Sure I should not deny that I loved Lysander. madam, I rather wish My Brother never had been borne, Then that the King should know you love him, Nay, I hope you know it not yourself: Shall I believe that your great heart, that ever Yet contemned love, can on a sudden in four Or five days' knowledge, be struck by my unworthy Brother's slender merits, and one that must Be perjured too, if he should love you. Mariana, take heed how you do pursue This Subject; for if you do, I should begin To hate you, are you not ashamed to contradict yourself? How oft hath your own tongue Given him the highest attributes of worth? Nay, you have been so lavish of his praises, That I have checked you for it though I believed Them to be true, because it comes Something too near the praising of ourselves, To praise a Brother, I am myself a witness Of his valour and his wit, and those are sure The main supporters to all other virtues, Blush not Lysander to hear thine own just praises, Except it be that I do sully them in the delivery, Thou gav'st too sad a witness of thy valour In overcoming him, which through this Kingdom was esteemed the bravest man. Madam, a braver man by far then he Under whose sword he fell: Fortune that did envy His worth, because his mind was fortified Above her reach, applied herself that day, Unto the ruin of his body; and then though Never before nor since fought on my side. When next I come, I will entreat you tell me every particular Accident through the whole Combat. Most willingly, for I by that Relation, Shall make apparent the difference betwixt His worth and mine. So many days o'erpast, and yet no news Of my dear cousin, whether he be alive or dead! Sir, there is a Hermit, Which hath brought sad news. What of his death, or that he's deadly hurt? Sir, to your Majesty he only will relate That which he hath to say, and yet by the sadness Of his countenance, know his news is ill. Call him in, Whilst with patience I forearm myself; Speak Father, is the Duke dead? what sad news Is this you bring? give me my torment in a word. Your fears are true indeed, the Duke Is dead.
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May I be miſerable if ere I perſwade you to 't; Yet I could wiſh that you did loue me, And with a little paſſion; but doe not make ſhew Of more then you doe truely feele, thinking To pleaſe me; for if I find it I ſhall be angry, I will not hide a thought from you. But Madame, is it poſſible that (You) ſhould loue him thus? I ſcorne for to diſſemble; for who ſtand I in feare of? were the King my Brother here, Sure I ſhould not deny that I loued Lyſander. Madame, I rather wiſh My Brother neuer had beene borne, Then that the King ſhould know you loue him, Nay, I hope you know it not your ſelfe: Shall I belieue that your great heart, that euer Yet contemn'd loue, can on a ſodaine in foure Or fiue daies knowledge, be ſtruck by my vnworthy Brothers ſlender merits, and one that muſt Be periur'd too, if he ſhould loue you. Mariana, take heed how you doe purſue This Subiect; for if you doe, I ſhould begin To hate you, are you not aſham'd to contradict Your ſelfe? How oft hath your owne tongue Giuen him the higheſt attributes of worth? Nay, you haue beene ſo lauiſh of his praiſes, That I haue check'd you for it though I beliu'd Them to bee true, becauſe it comes Somthing too neere the praiſing of our ſelues, To praiſe a Brother, I am my ſelfe a witneſſe Of his valour and his wit, and thoſe are ſure The maine ſupporters to all other vertues, Bluſh not Lyſander to heare thine owne iuſt praiſes, Except it be that I doe ſully them in the deliuery, Thou gau'ſt too ſad a witneſſe of thy valour In ouercomming him, which through this Kingdome was eſteemd the braueſt man. Madam, a brauer man by farre then he Vnder whoſe ſword he fell: Fortune that did enuy His worth, becauſe his mind was fortified Aboue her reach, applyed her ſelfe that day, Vnto the ruine of his body; and then though Neuer before nor ſince fought on my ſide. When next I come, I will intreat you tell me euery particular Accident through the whole Combate. Moſt willingly, for I by that Relation, Shall make apparant the difference betwixt His worth and mine. So many dayes o'repaſt, and yet no newes Of my deare Cozen, whether he be aliue or dead! Sir, there is a Hermite, Which hath brought ſad newes. What of his death, or that he's deadly hurt? Sir, to your Maieſty he only will relate That which he hath to ſay, and yet by the ſadneſſe Of his countenance, know his newes is ill. Call him in, Whilſt with patience I fore-arme my ſelfe; Speake Father, is the Duke dead? what ſad newes Is this you bring? giue me my torment in a word. Your feares are true indeed, the Duke Is dead.